I don't think a lot of people get right what a liminal space is, I know it's supposed to be abandoned and surreal and uncomfortable, but mostly it's pictures of rooms with weird looking or outdated furniture. It's more like. Empty when it shouldn't be or in between something, like a waiting room. Sometimes it's described as reflecting that state of being, between one thing and another, emotions or just states of being.
Anyway i think about my mum's house a lot, when I'm lying in bed mostly, when I'm not quite asleep and I'm trying to picture the room around me or the next door room, or to think about where I left my shoes. The images of my old bedroom, in different coloured walls, slide over the top of each other and I can't quite get to the right one. Or I'll walk down the hall the hallway, when I'm thinking of tasks for the next day, to the wrong wasing machine, wrong oven.
It's always empty, and it's quiet, and it's dark. Overcast with no lights on, but daytime still. I wonder why it happens more and more, though I think since they moved and it became a place that I will never go back to, that only exists inside my head, at night. Held together memories. I have to concentrate hard to go back to my room, my space. I always felt safe in my bedroom here, but there not so much, but sometimes. When the walls were green.